There’s no greater feeling than that of life traveling through you.
The creaking of the wood,
The stretch of the string.
With my feet firmly planted and my head pointed towards my goal,
in that moment I can feel the very earth moving beneath me.
My ancestors whisper their secrets in my ears, and the scent of life flows through me.
I take a deep breath, trying to savor the sensation of the world’s soul as it fills my entire body.
My fingers uncurl. It’s not a loss of control, but a willing surrender to the elements of nature.
The string, once restrained, snaps to. The souls leave me in a sudden rush of wind.